Love Is The Piety Of The Affections.

Yet, If He Would, Man Cannot Live All To This World. If Not Religious, He Will Be Superstitious. If He Worship Not The True God, He Will Have His Idols.

Humanity Is The Son Of God.

Science Is The Natural Ally Of Religion.

What A Joy Is There In A Good Book, Writ By Some Great Master Of Thought, Who Breaks Into Beauty As In Summer The Meadow Into Grass And Dandelions And Violets, With Geraniums And Manifold Sweetness.

Love Of Truth Will Bless The Lover All His Days; Yet When He Brings Her Home, His Fair-faced Bride, She Comes Empty-handed To His Door, Herself Her Only Dower.